I hate wild ivy. I have said it before, but it is not going away. I still hate it. In landscaping work, I am digging up the weeds around a stump. I don’t want to compost the roots of the wild ivy! I have to sift through the dirt and buttercups, and find the thick, white, pasta like beginning of my arch nemesis.
A friend of mine was saying how much she hates Trump, his voice, his face, his actions. We saw a political sign on our walk. It said in small print “For God’s Sake” and then in larger font “Anyone but Trump, 2020”. Hilarious.

I hate wild ivy. I have said it before, but it is not going away. I still hate it. In landscaping work, I am digging up the weeds around a stump.
Hate isn’t helpful. I told my friends to try Ho’oponopono. I am going to give it a shot with my green friends. I can still rip ’em out of the ground. DeeDee doesn’t have the same kind of outlet. Ho’oponopono – I love you, I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you.